Humanity's Great Calamity, Heaven's Blessing? / The Heavenly Flames of the Dou Realm! The Primordial Burning Art

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Two minutes...

Ten minutes...

Jiang Chen stood atop Shouyang Mountain, keeping company with the Wilderness winds for ten minutes. He said nothing, merely peering into his own body.

Yet... nothing had changed!!!

"Damn this system! Why has nothing changed after the book was distributed? My Reading Points haven't increased either!"

"Please wait patiently, Host... No one in the Exotic Fire Fighting World has read it yet..."

???

"They probably haven't finished reading it..." Jiang Chen tried to reassure himself.

But...

Even the Human Race in the Primordial World lived day to day, never knowing whether they would see tomorrow. Their numbers were vast, but surely not many had the leisure to read novels, right?

"Anyway, time passes differently in the Primordial Wilderness. I'll wait a while longer and see!" Jiang Chen pursed his lips, then sat cross-legged atop Shouyang Mountain and meditated.

Humanity's Great Calamity: The Heavenly Dao's Blessing? [Please, I Beg You, Send Flowers and Tips]

Primordial Human Race, in a primitive tribe...

A bloodcurdling scream rang out from beyond countless tribes!

"The demons are here!"

"It's the Demon Race! The Demon Race is here!"

"Ah!!! Help!!"

On this day, the most commonplace, yet most despair-inducing scene of the Wu Yao Cataclysm unfolded among the primitive tribes of the Human Race.

Countless anguished screams gathered into a wave of despair that hung over the Human Race, pressing down on countless billions of people until they could barely breathe.

The Demon Race was one of the absolute powers of the Primordial Wilderness.

The Human Race, the weakest of all clans in the Witch-Demon Calamity, was prey for others to butcher—meat on a chopping board!

A vast, surging mass of demons descended from the Outer Heavens, looking down from on high at the primitive tribes of the Human Race.

They watched with mocking amusement as the humans scattered like ants, scrambling to flee. Not a trace of pity showed on their faces, only merciless indifference.

"Human ants, the most lowly race in all creation. Your blood and vitality disgust me! They're so impure!"

A great demon with wings that covered the heavens and shaded the sun looked down upon a dozen or so primitive tribes in the Mortal Realm and casually exhaled.

A fierce Astral Wind, powerful enough to tear through space, split the Primordial Wilderness, and cleave stars beyond its borders, swept past. In an instant, more than a dozen primitive tribes turned to Ashes of tribulation, without even a drop of blood being spilled.

Only the countless traces of the Human Race's vital energy became food for the colossal demon, nourishment for its advancement.

From that moment on, nothing remained of the Mortal Realm!

"Hahaha! So this is the Human Race? Pathetically weak! Just like those hulking fools of the Wu Clan—pitifully stupid!"

"An outstanding furnace for cultivation! You possess the potential to cultivate the Dao, yet Heaven and Earth don't favor you. Your strongest members haven't even reached the level of immortals, and yet you occupy the fertile lands of the Primordial Wilderness. What a waste!"

"Let me help you make the most of your potential! If your deaths can help our Demon Race become the one and only leading power in the Primordial World, then at least you'll have died for a worthy cause!"

Above the Mortal Realm, a great demon extended a gigantic black claw, as enormous as a mountain, and grabbed at a primitive tribe of the Human Race!

Bang!

Streams of blood scattered across the land. Blood flowed like a river, staining the earth and turning the heavens an eerie crimson.

Great demons swept across the Mortal Realm. With the merest gestures, they reduced thousands upon thousands of human tribes to ash, their blood pooling into a sea!

The Human Race had no power to resist the great demons. Even with soaring courage and a willingness to die, they couldn't so much as harm a hair, a patch of skin, or a single scale on their bodies!

They were meat on a chopping board, at the demons' mercy!

The great demons sneered at the Human Race's weakness, not a hint of pity in their eyes.

They didn't even bother to look at the humans properly. Slaughtering them and draining their vital energy was no different from accidentally crushing a few ants!

And so...

The Mortal Realm became a living hell, yet no blood was seen, no bones lay in heaps.

Outside the tribes, only frail men and women in grass skirts remained, along with the elderly and children...

Their vital energy had been too meager to interest the demons, and so they'd escaped the massacre.

But those who had died were their companions, children, husbands, and brothers!

Countless heart-wrenching wails spread across the Primordial Wilderness, rising into a furious song of condemnation!

The survivors clenched their fists, consumed by grief and humiliation over their fallen companions.

In the Primordial Wilderness, human lives were as insignificant as grass, and all living beings were like ants.

Death could come at any moment!

Under a Tribulation, even Quasi-Saints might not escape. What chance did the Human Race have, with not even a single immortal among them? How could they fight for their future? How could they carry on their legacy?

"Heavens, how unfair this is to the Human Race!!!"

"How unfair!"

On the Mortal Realm's earth, a member of the Human Race saw the tribes strewn with bloodied corpses, then fell to his knees and roared at the sky!

"Sacred Mountain! The birthplace of our Human Race! Please show us the way forward!"

Some turned toward Shouyang Mountain, the Human Race's holy land, and bowed. Their hearts heavy with sorrow and anguish, they prayed with trembling voices.

On this day, tens of thousands of humans died—no more than a drop in the ocean of all the lives lost before!

Yet this helplessness drove the Human Race to despair. They could see no hope at all; the future was bleak!

"Holy Mother Nuwa, please take pity on the Human Race and free us from this suffering!!!"

"Holy Mother Nuwa, please show mercy to the people!"

"Venerable Taiqing, please protect the Human Race! We will worship you day and night!"

More and more people from the primitive tribes knelt and bowed toward Shouyang Mountain, beseeching the two who had once made a great vow on behalf of the Human Race and attained Sainthood.

They hoped to gain the protection of the Sages.

Their pleas, the purest sounds of faith in all creation, poured into Shouyang Mountain!

But the two Sage statues standing atop Shouyang Mountain gave off not the faintest glimmer.

They were like cold, unfeeling stones!

"Holy Mother, please save your people!"

"Venerable Taiqing the Sage, please protect those who believe in you!"

"The Demon Race has trampled on our Human Race... I can't accept this!!"

"..."

The resounding prayers seemed to stir the Heavenly Dao.

A Divine Phenomenon appeared across the Primordial Wilderness!

In the Mortal Realm, a wisp of flame capable of burning all the worlds under heaven blazed away every shadow and patch of darkness.

It floated silently within Chaos, yet drifted beyond the myriad heavens!

On this day, countless members of the Human Race saw that wisp of flame, powerful enough to burn all the heavens. It danced in Chaos, its light reflected in the Heavenly Dao Rules!

It was a Divine Phenomenon that only the Human Race and the Sages could see under the Heavenly Dao!

"Hiss!!! What is that?" someone from the Human Race cried out. That wisp of flame, powerful enough to destroy the world, seemed so familiar!

They weren't even immortals. How could they feel familiar with a flame that could easily wipe out immortals?

It was simply inconceivable!

In the end, that flame that burned the heavens...

Transformed into countless billions of sparks and scattered into the minds of every member of the Human Race.

Rumble!!!

"This... What is this??!!!"

"The Heavenly Dao Library? There's a book inside?" A Heavenly Dao Library had appeared out of nowhere in their minds, with a single book resting quietly within.

"Exotic Fire Fighting World?"

"Could it be that the Heavenly Dao has taken notice of us? That it favors the Human Race and has bestowed a blessing upon us???"

Exotic Fire Fighting World! The Primordial Burning Art [Please, I Beg You, Send Flowers and Tips]

"Hm?"

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the First Saint of the Primordial Era, sat in the Zixiao Palace like a withered tree.